All Chapters of My Arch Nemesis in my Bed: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The gold hadn’t completely faded from my eyes yet, and I could feel my wolf pacing restlessly just under my skin, frustrated that we’d let Maya walk away instead of finishing what we’d started. The rational part of my brain knew that throwing her around the room had been necessary to make my point, but the other part, the part that was getting stronger every day, wanted to hunt her down and make sure she could never threaten anyone again.I needed to see Aurora before this got any worse, before I did something that would give the pack elders legitimate reasons to question whether I was fit to lead anything at all.By the time I reached Aurora’s chamber, my hands were shaking with barely contained violence, and I could feel claws trying to push through my fingertips.Aurora was waiting for me in the center of the room, her chains arranged around her like she’d been expecting this visit. She looked up when she heard my footsteps, and even blind, she seemed to see exactly what state I wa

I was thinking frantically, trying to remember everything I’d learned about toxins and venoms and how they moved through the human circulatory system. The way the black veins were spreading suggested that whatever was in Naomi’s system was being carried by her blood, which meant it was contaminating her entire cardiovascular system“It’s acting like a hemotoxin,” I said, more to myself than to anyone else as I paced around the examination room. “Something that’s breaking down her red blood cells and spreading through her cardiovascular system faster than her body can filter it out.”“Lily, what are you talking about?” Ethan asked, but I was already moving toward the supply cabinets along the wall.“I need sterile scalpels, surgical tubing, blood collection bags, gauze and antiseptic. Help me find them now.”“You absolutely cannot perform surgery on your friend,” the nurse said, stepping between me and the supplies. “You’re eighteen years old and you’re not a licensed medical professio

“Jonathan is a vampire. So are the things that have been killing people around Eugene. I’ve been tracking them for three years, ever since they killed my sister.”The room went completely silent except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor. I stared at Riley, trying to process what he’d just said while my brain struggled to connect this information with the guy who used to make terrible jokes during volleyball practice and who had spent most of senior year trying to work up the courage to ask Naomi out.“Riley, what are you talking about?” Naomi asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your sister died in a car accident. That’s what you told us when you transferred to our school.”“That’s what I told everyone because saying ‘my sister was murdered by blood-sucking monsters’ doesn’t exactly help you make friends at a new school,” Riley said, and his voice was flat and tired in a way that was nothing like the easy-going guy I remembered from senior year.I was having trouble reco

After Riley and Ethan left, Jessica came out of the shower and was sitting on her bed lacing up her running shoes, getting ready for her usual morning jog around campus.“I’ll be back in about an hour,” she said, grabbing her water bottle and headphones. “Naomi, try to get some rest, okay?”“Thanks, I will,”“I’m just going to use the bathroom real quick,” I told Naomi, who was curled up on my bed looking like she might fall asleep any second.“Don’t take forever,” she mumbled into my pillow. “I want to talk to you about some stuff before I pass out.”I locked the bathroom door behind me and immediately started unwrapping the gauze I’d hastily applied to my hand hours earlier. What I expected to see was a deep gash that probably needed proper medical attention, maybe some swelling or redness that would indicate infectionWhat I actually saw made me stare at my palm for a full minute, convinced I was looking at the wrong hand.The cut was still there—but faint. A thin, pink line where

“Lily, sweetheart, I still don’t understand why you can’t come home for your birthday,” my mom’s voice came through my phone as I balanced it between my shoulder and ear while trying to apply mascara without poking my eye out. “Nineteen is a big age, and your father and I had this whole dinner planned at that Italian place you used to love.”I paused with the mascara wand halfway to my lashes, thinking of the perfect reply for her. “I know, Mom, and I’m really sorry about missing dinner,” I said, trying to sound appropriately disappointed instead of relieved. “But this summer research program is incredibly competitive. My professor specifically recommended me based on my GPA, and missing any of the mandatory weekend sessions could really hurt my chances of getting into a good graduate program.”Which was completely true. Dean’s list both semesters freshman year, a 3.9 GPA, and glowing recommendations from multiple professors had opened doors I never could have imagined. Sometimes I s